
If you can recall the time where you made your parents drive you to-and-from Saturday sport, every single Saturday, then they deserve a night out (with you) to go and see this quaint modern Australian musical.

Mike Wilmot is one of the comic laureates of Canada, so it's understandable that he had a hard time dealing with performing in a tent.

The physical theatre piece, incorporating elastic movement, poetic monologue, dialogue, and voiceover, charts the development of humankind from the ritual of birth to the eternal repetition of the human experience.

All this intimacy is a play for anyone who's ever faced their worst nightmare, and then realised how much more unpleasant it can get.

Belt Up Theatre's Outland, dips in and out of the mind of Lewis Carrol, exploring the way that he created his characters and worlds.

I did enjoy that he reminded me of some 90s cultural quirks, and just generally made me feel special in my Gen Y-dom. But I was going "huh" much more than "HA!"

The Chants Collective, sub-set of the Present Tense Collective, push the boundaries of this form and 'deliver' big-time. Chants bursts out the sides of its 60-minute, sandstone scope.